It's starting, again.
A cycle, as usual.
A cycle, that we've been through for more than twice.
That wall again, the one that you've been built without my permission.
Even after all this time?
If only I knew how things eventually turned out, I'd never believe that we're meant to be.
But no matter how bad things got, I never thought that it would end this way; no matter how frustating, confusing, and complicated things got.
You're here, but I don't even know where's your truly soul might be.
After all the things you took from me?
Say it, tell me.
What am I supposed to do?
Should I let things off?
Should I let you to stop build a wall?
Or just let you do what you want?
Ups, I forget.
You won't tell me, you will only say three words; don't be mad.
Really.
This time.
Tell me what you want to do, even it means we need to break up I really don't mind if that was what you want.
If things still hanging, let's forget each other.
The whole things about each other.
Let's pretend we were never knew each other.
And promise to never come back, because we don't need to be in that cycle over and over again a whole life.
Time has proven, nothing lasts forever.
So does our love.
